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busted flat in baton rouge waitin’ for the train feeling nearly faded as my jeans bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way down to new orleans.

i took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana and was blowing sad while bobby sang the blues and with the windshield wipers slapping time and bobby clapping hands we finally sang every song that driver knew.

chorus freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free feeling good was easy when bobby sang the blues and buddy that was good enough for me good enough for me and bobby mcgee. yeah un huh.

from the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun bobby shared the secrets of my soul standing right beside me lord through everything i’d done and every night she kept me from the cold.

then somewhere near salinas lord, i let her slip away looking for the home i hope she’ll find and i’d give up all my tomorrow’s for a single yesterday of holding bobby’s body next to mine.

chorus freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free feeling good was easy when bobby sang the blues and buddy that was good enough for me good enough for me and old bobby mcgee…

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from the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun bobby shared the secrets of my soul standing right beside me lord through everything i’d done and every night she kept me from the cold.

then somewhere near salinas lord, i let her slip away looking for the home i hope she’ll find and i’d give up all my tomorrow’s for a single yesterday of holding bobby’s body next to mine.

chorus freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free feeling good was easy when bobby sang the blues and buddy that was good enough for me good enough for me and bobby mcgee. oh yeah.